Thunderstruck

Just a few short days I ago I found myself whistling Kansas' "Dust in the Wind." That quickly changed to ACDC's thunderstruck in light of this morning's thunderstorm. I finally had something to remind me of home, rain and more rain. I woke up to a boom and for once it was nature and not a naughty haji shooting mortars and other assorted stuff at the tent. All was quiet until about 0330 this morning. The wind picked up and so did our tent, and then a flash across the sky and then a big boom. I thought it was the start of 40 days of rain. After all , Iraq is somewhat part of the real Bible Belt. As the rain, continued my will to get up and walk to the shower was non-existant. Seeing the Iraqi translator, with a towel wrapped around his head (I know what you are thinking but I am actually not making any unpc comments.) determined to go the shower caused me to say Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (see previous post for explaination). His determination quickly turned to anger and dispair as I heard sloshing back into the tent, as he muttered something naughty in Arab as he dejectedly returned to the tent. I am also quite glad that my friend CPT St could not convince me to store my gortex. I have included a picture of what I call Lake Victory South, better known as our tent ground.

Just as the rain put back in the Seattle state of mind, I was reminded once again that I am here in Iraq. Usually rain brings out the best of smells, but not here. Iraq usually smells like a fart anyway. Add a little rain mixed with dust and then you are really reminded of it. Ah just another day in paradise.